User blog comment:SalemtheCruel/The Warmblood Games/@comment-3094815-20111224180628

''Meanwhile on the shore, a sodden bundle, washed ashore by the storm stirs and rises to its paws. The beast staggers along the shoreline a little ways and finds what it is searching for. It yanks a sabre out of the sand, then another and flips them deftly into the air and into their twin sheaths criscrossed on the beast's back. She checks her ragged appearance in a small pool of still salt water and slicks the mussed up for on the top of her head down then proceeds to wash herself, ears twitching alertly for any unusual noise''